Traveling through the world of beasts: I lead the system to the pinnacle of life

Having lived here for a long time, Song Jinqiao can somewhat recognize some animal writing, and the translation of the animal writing on the pillar in front of her is the meaning of history.

Seeing these, the system had a flash of inspiration in its mind, and asked doubtfully, "Are these just categories?"

These pillars separate the picture and calligraphy cabinets, which is not only convenient for organization, but also for easy search.

Song Jinqiao also agreed with his words, nodded and said: "It should be, this area should be about history, let's look here."

The other males also help her find pictures about the western part of the Empire of Gods.

Song Jinqiao looked a lot, but found no important clues. Cecilia had told her about the things recorded in the calligraphy, and she wanted to know something that Cecilia didn't know.

Feeling a little bored in my heart, I moved my eyes away from the calligraphy on the table, scanned around this place, and saw that everyone was looking at the calligraphy seriously, so I couldn't help but look further away.

At this moment, Song Jinqiao seemed to see a flickering place in a dark place, and she was curious, ready to walk towards that flickering place.

Ji Han, who was closest to her, noticed her movement, raised her head and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

As soon as he made a sound, the eyes of the other males immediately focused on Song Jinqiao.

Song Jinqiao smiled, pointed to the bookcase not far away, and said, "You can look for it here, I'll go to another place to look."

That being the case, everyone's eyes returned to the painting and calligraphy, after all, this is a matter of little females.

Song Jinqiao approached the flickering place, walked up to him and found that the flickering thing was a scroll of calligraphy, and the reason for the flickering light was that a piece of milky white spar the size of a fingernail was inlaid on the painting.

Curiously, she picked up the drawing and opened it, and found that the content of the drawing was completely incomprehensible. The drawing was full of strange pictures and texts, not like animal writing, but more like children's drawings drawn by hand.

Touching the transparent spar inlaid in the middle of the calligraphy, somehow, she felt as if she was drawn into it, she lost her mind for a second, and when she came back to her senses, she found that she was not in the Tibetan Pavilion of the painting, but in the round table hall of the temple in a corner of the

Song Jinqiao still maintained the posture of holding the calligraphy in her hand, blinked her eyes for a moment in a daze, and was about to lift her feet to walk towards the spar round table, when the door of the main hall was suddenly pushed open.

Song Jinqiao stood still, and her eyes fell on the nine men who came in from the gate over there. She was standing very conspicuously, but the men didn't respond, which meant that they couldn't see her.

The nine men walked in and sat on the platinum throne in front of the round table. Their faces were surrounded by mist, Song Jinqiao couldn't see clearly, but she could hear their speech.

"As for the matter with the Dark God, everyone has no opinion." One of the men said.

Song Jinqiao immediately realized the identities of these men. They should be the nine gods.

No one has an opinion on what the man said.

At this moment, the door was opened again, and a woman walked in. Her face was also surrounded by a cloud of mist, but Song Jinqiao felt that the figure of this woman was inexplicably familiar.

"If you deal with the Dark God, what will you do if you fall?" The woman's voice was very indifferent.

The nine gods looked at the woman, and one of them said indifferently: "After we fall, there will be new successors to the godhead." (End of this chapter)